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Smash Rising Mods ([personal profile] mansionstaff) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2014-05-30 06:31 pm

Don’t worry about the future.

Who: EV ERY ONE
What: Graduation. Prom.
When: The evening of May 31st.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: WHO KNOWS

It's a beautiful spring evening at Smash Academy, the barest hints of summer just beginning to touch the stadium floor, which had been rearranged into a platform overlooking neat rows of chairs meant to seat the gathered crowd of faculty and students. Towards the other end of the complex was the arrangement for the prom that was to follow. Food and drink, chairs and tables, each with a floral centerpiece, and, of course, a dance floor.

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Before everyone could get their party on, however, there was the main event of the evening. From his place at the podium, Master Hand watched students and staff alike find their way into the stadium. With the recent shadow bug invasion, there seemed to be tensions in need of dispelling. If the Headmaster knew one thing, however, it was that some silly antics were not going to ruin this esteemed event. Not tonight. Not if he could help it.

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HEY DUDES! Here's how stuff is going to work. We kick off the log with GRADUATION. This part of the log will be divided into separate threads. I'll post them all at once, so feel free to hop around, mingle, post whenever, wherever.

HOWEVER, once the PROM starts, it will be up to you guys to post your own threads. Please check out last year's log if you'd like an idea of how this works. Everything after the thread titled "DISMISSAL" (I will post that in a bit, so don't post prom threads until I have that up!) will be considered prom, though don't let that stop you from continuing to post in the graduation section.

Please label all your threads appropriately! (Examples: "SHENANIGANS AT THE FOOD TABLE", "DANCE-OFF", "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED", "BOTHER X" In general, a location + what is going on in the thread is the way to go. Obviously, more than one thread can take place at the same location. 

Linking back and forth when and if you thread hop is very much appreciated. If things start to look a bit laggy, we'll bump to the next page. Most importantly, TAG YOUR DUDES, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!
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[personal profile] iksb 2014-06-02 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
"You are the boxer." She resisted the urge to call him the "Super High School Level Boxer" because as much as she wanted to, she felt the appellation would fly over his head, as it did for most people who were not from Hope's Peak, or indeed her world.

"Mac... Aroni." Mukuro continued. Then she frowned. That can't possibly be his real name.
forgetbeam: (Gurl what you say)

[personal profile] forgetbeam 2014-06-02 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, good. Because awkward questions were going to be in no short supply.

"I don't think anybody else in this school has the same habits. It should be just the two of us for some time." He shifted a little in his seat to point at her. "So I need to ask... Why did you run away last time?"
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[personal profile] forgetbeam 2014-06-02 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't call that a high success rate," said the guy who had never seen such a low number in his life. Fortune telling and exam scores were held to the eact same standard, right...

"Even if I did believe that, that's still a seventy percent chance of proving you wrong! The odds are almost entirely in my favour!
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[personal profile] iksb 2014-06-02 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Mukuro's face becomes blank, the same expressionless face she has in many of her profile pictures across various databases around the world. However, when she speaks, her tone is uneven and her words come out in bursts.

"I am trained not to let my emotions come in the way of duties. I would not be a Super High School Level Soldier without this. To escape from Hope's Peak and to come here however, has taught me that this skill is not beneficial to living my life, as Mukuro Ikusaba."

She pauses, takes a breath and looks at Ishimaru, her face still the perfectly composed mask it is.

"Perhaps what I meant in what I said was that I liked you in a manner that would be considered indecent. So please, think no further of it. I wish not to burden you with that."
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[personal profile] forgetbeam 2014-06-02 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
He knew all too well the pressures of putting one's duties before oneself, hiding away more selfish emotions. Although lately he wasn't sure if it was really right, but he wasn't having much luck with openly expressing himself anyway.

At least Mukuro was opening up now, which was a step in one direction or another. Now he could get to the bottom of her... liking him... in an in...dec..ent...

"--Wait," he blurted, reeling back. "You don't... mean..."
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[personal profile] iksb 2014-06-02 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"..."

She couldn't bring herself to answer that question, instead opting to tilt her head forward so that her reddening face and eyes were obscured by her hair.
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[personal profile] forgetbeam 2014-06-02 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no. OH NO. That was totally what she meant. All too suddenly the peaceful atmosphere of the mostly empty stadium was tense and stifling.

"That's what that was about?! This whole time, I thought you hated me or that I said something wrong!"

You kinda did, Kiyotan.

And he still was. But since he had no clue where to even begin to handle the situation delicately, he was just going with letting out what had been nagging at the back of his mind for the last few months. What a charmer.

"Or even worse, that you were lying in the first place and trying to make a fool out of me when I said I like you too!" Just not indecently. "You shouldn't have just run away!"
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[personal profile] trustycrowbar 2014-06-02 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"...What?" He asks. Clearly he has no idea what's so bad about it.
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[personal profile] iksb 2014-06-02 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Mukuro did not cry, nor did she have the urge to run away again. Instead, she brushed the hair from her eyes and looked straight back at Ishimaru again.

"I did not... want to make a fool of you. That is the furthest thing I wish for you."

She paused, thinking carefully about what to say next.

"I knew that you would never feel the same way. But I had to say, otherwise that feeling in my chest... would never go away. And I harboured, perhaps mistakenly, the tiniest seed of hope."

"But that is all past now. I only wish for your wellbeing and happiness."
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[personal profile] raced_god 2014-06-02 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Falcon slid up next to Joel and put a tiny punch cup into his hand.

Just trust him, Joel, he knows what he's doing.
raced_god: (hey gurl let me buy you a drank)

[personal profile] raced_god 2014-06-02 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"You sound like a teenager from 2002."

Not that Falcon. Would really know much about 2002.
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1/3

[personal profile] star_punched 2014-06-02 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Mac had a plate of food in his hand, and he was turning to greet the stranger.
star_punched: bunnyfishmel on DA (what did you say)

2/3

[personal profile] star_punched 2014-06-02 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Mac dropped the plate of food.
star_punched: izizizia on DA (urgh so tired)

3/3

[personal profile] star_punched 2014-06-02 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He started turning around seeing if anyone was listening, due to the loud music and constant chatter, didn't appear to be. Mac flustered about as he went to pick up his destroyed sandwiches.

How did she know that? That kinda stuff wasn't even on my school application! It ain't on any schoolwork I did neither!

Wait, no, there had to be a reason for this. There had to. Oh god, he thought, was there a rumor running around? Here in the school, or the internet?

Just, how?

"M-ma'am," Mac spoke very softly, as he tried to compose himself just in case anyone was watching. He was pretty frazzled though. After all, that was the biggest secret he held.

In fact, Mac shown eyes of pleading just then and pointed to a unaccompanied area far from the crowd. Can we please go there?
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[personal profile] crystal_ballin 2014-06-02 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, but, if you were to pay me for several more rounds of fortune telling, we could figure out if what I saw was correct or not, dude," said Hagakure, placing his arm around Kittytaco's shoulders, and looking at him in the eye.

You know you want this.
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i'll thank you never

[personal profile] lightyearsaway 2014-06-02 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Onix went from looking vaguely concerned to looking very concerned indeed.

"Please don't do that," said Brock.
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[personal profile] mohawk_tomahawk 2014-06-02 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Connor truly tried to not be hostile, yet he was unaware of what his own face suggested. Since around strangers, he could have varying degrees of either intimidation or apathy on his face.

He really shouldn't have been glancing anyway.

What he was doing was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but he did it anyway.

Ike was more aware of his surroundings than he thought, he must have a good sense of intuition. Connor did too, and he was now aware that he started something because of his conflicting feelings on a now noticeably sensitive matter.

He didn't want to start a fight here, for Eirik and the other party goers' sake.

So he had to think hard, for he wasn't a nonsense sort of person. Again, Ike was also in turn. Connor would be lying to himself if Ike didn't make a nerve twitch with his attitude. Once again, Connor often did the same within certain people.

He stared at Ike blankly, thinking instead of explaining what stupid things his brain was making him feel, he should go a different route. Mainly because he knew just exactly what Ike was concerned about.

"Sorry."

Awkward as all hell.
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[personal profile] tank_rockarms 2014-06-02 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Onix weighs but a scant 463 pounds. This is naught to a man of Max's frame.

Max set him down gently.

"I'm just real happy to see you!" said Max, happily. "And I bet rock snake guy doesn't get hugged very much. Where's tentacle guy? I always liked him."

Max looks around to see if tentacle guy is hiding somewhere. Tentacle guy would want a hug.
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[personal profile] heartofarapier 2014-06-02 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Fond memories. Eirik wasn't sure the prior year's prom had been wholly good. In fact, it hadn't. It had birthed a lot of tension between them. Eventually they worked through it, but at the time it had been unnecessarily stressful and admittedly Eirik didn't want to relive it. She was thankful ultimately, but she didn't enjoy it.

Therefore she didn't address it and instead, found herself pausing. Then after a moment, she gave a nod. Ike could be considered a friend of sorts. She liked him, at any rate, and he seemed to like her. "Yes. His name is Ike. He and Rhys, the priest from the infirmary, come from a land called Crimea. It is akin to Magvel."

Shifting, she wove her hands together with some thought, "Ike didn't know what a prom was, so I explained it to the best I could. When he asked me to attend with him, I thought it would be nice for him to have someone like him to keep him company. I think Rhys is feeling unwell, otherwise I imagine he would be here with Rhys."
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[personal profile] heartofarapier 2014-06-02 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked shocked, "N-no! That wasn't what I was implying!" And if he was jesting, she couldn't tell. Almost immediately after, she frowned. "I was just remembering some mercenaries who worked for a prince I knew and they seemed like social galas weren't really their kind of thing." But she could see how presumptuous that seemed of her.
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One Mama Bear

[personal profile] nottheproblem 2014-06-02 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
For a prom, Ziio wasn't... particularly amused. It was loud and obnoxious and the moment she'd arrived, she knew it was going to tug on her patience. But then her students did that well enough on their own. This was just going to be like a bit louder and longer class session.

She came in outlandish attire (that could very likely offend someone) and took her post as a proper chaperone. Which meant she wasn't about to go onto that dancefloor, or by that modern day food with all of the grabby hands of the pupils.
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One Alien-Looking Empath

[personal profile] liberatedempath 2014-06-02 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Prom held a lot of memories for Voile. She'd seen quite a few of them, after all, and each one she remembered for different reasons. Usually because there was something important that happened at each. It wasn't a tradition she disliked, and in fact, she was rather pleased by the turnout so far. But it did make her realise she needed to do two things.

A summer contest.
And a hostclub event.

In fact, those were the two things primarily on her mind when she wasn't with Sonny or poking her nose into the business of her other friends.
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[personal profile] insanecharisma 2014-06-02 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd done well for himself. Soryk had decided that several times in the past and usually when he claimed it (even silently), it was generally true. (And if it wasn't, he genuinely believed it, which was usually all that mattered.) With how seemingly (but briefly) cold Zelda had taken to his return, he had been uncertain if he could convince the seemingly demure princess to join him. Yet she must have found something redeeming in him and he couldn't quite deny the way his chest wanted to swell with pride any time she chose to take his arm.

Was he becoming... humble? Impossible. Impossible. Impossshibibibble. Well, perhaps not as impossible as he wanted to believe it was.

It was really the first evening he was full of genuine smiles, which seemed uncharacteristic of him. And for the most part, he wanted to stay near Zelda, if he could manage it. However to catch him without her, one would find him in that archaic and outdated garb, staring at the food and contemplating how many germs were possibly crawling over the smaller delights.
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[personal profile] forgetbeam 2014-06-02 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no wellbeing or happiness to be found at Smash Academy. The year had worn down on him even more than the one that came before it, and Kiyotaka found that he was too tired all around to kick up too much of a fuss about it. Besides, going further into something Mukuro said was past was nothing but an exercise in frustration or futility for the both of them.

Still, though. He felt like an idiot for not figuring it all out sooner. Even if he had, would anything really have changed?

He fixed his gaze on the stage again, hands gripping the edges of his seat.

"...I meant it when I said that I was happy for your friendship. So if you'll allow it... May I still have that?"
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[personal profile] lightyearsaway 2014-06-02 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
As if on cue, Tentacle Guy practically explodes forth from his Pokeball and adheres himself to Max's face.

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